Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Armenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.